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04-15-2006, 10:20 PM | #21 (permalink) |
angel of tragic days
Join Date: Jan 2006
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All of my Love is one of the best writen love songs ever known to this world (ALL OF THIS IS NOT FACT OF COURSE... JUST ME RANTING) everything about that song is great. instrumently the song is amazing. you don't have to like robert plants voice to like that song.. when you hear beyond that to the lyrics and the sound itself... its worth listening to.
i love all of my love d'yer mak'er tangerine yea those three.. but i think i've already said |
04-15-2006, 11:14 PM | #23 (permalink) |
Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
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I almost forgot about Dazed and Confused. I change my pick, THATS my favorite song.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
04-15-2006, 11:17 PM | #24 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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i love how he uses a violin staff fore that song
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
04-16-2006, 12:09 AM | #25 (permalink) |
killedmyraindog
Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Boston, Massachusetts
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Bron-Y-Aur Stomp
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04-16-2006, 10:27 AM | #26 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^ traditional folk music rocks
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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